For family and friends from an itinerant experimenter and explorer.
Letters used to keep me in touch with family and friends when I journeyed far and near. Finding a stack of these, kept by Mom, tempted me to try telling tales of travel again, although earlier readers will be saddened that no computer font mimics the chicken scratch of my earlier missives. And, in a modern era, pictures can now accompany some of the stories, although Ansel Adams I am not. Stay well and embrace the wonder.